Title:

Facing pages [62-63]

Date:

18640302-18640303

Nothing [unusual]. Mother, How sweet the (...) in (...) years of a mother tends (...) my, (...) were well (...) to a mother this duty should be [confided] if it were only for the (...) (...) of (...) on it often many long years of (...) (...) with the cold (...) of [life] Who is there (...) finds no relief (...) to the scenes of his (...) and youth gilded with the memory of a mothers love, and how many have (...) Nothing unusual. A writer beautifully remarks (...) a man's Mother is the representative of his Maker. Misfortune and even crime set up no barriers between her and her Son. While his Mother lives, he will have one friend on earth who will not listen when he is slandered, who will not desert him when he suffers who will sooth him in his sorrows and speak to him of hope when he is really to dispair. Her affection flows from a (...) fountain and causes (...) at the (...) of eternity.

English

Collection:

Henry O. Nightingale diaries